I saw a house that only had walls the sky above it's ceiling a piece of cloth for a door bare harden mud for a street yet there was joy in the air when a pair, danced as only children do taking pleasure in the joy of being young
I saw a house of many rooms manicured lawns and flower beds stain glass windows to the floors cobble stone street to the door yet no joy was there to sing and shout no dancing pair romping delightedly about only pale eyed children shut tight indoors
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
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interesting question, thought provoking write--haunting, but so well written
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
We are the ones who make happiness
for ourselves as well as others.
Happiness also comes in many forms.
Wonderful write indeed!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Well written Poem!!
love tinka